She pulled my shoes off and then my socks, jeans and shorts.She stood over me and pulled her knickers off and then her bra. She looked incredible, so ...exy. Her tits had lost a lot of their shape and her nipples pointed to the ground but they weren't ugly, just womanly. Her round belly stuck out and her pussy hair was thick almost to her navel. Her legs had great shape, no hint of orange peel and she stepped forward, her feet either side of me.With a hand on the inside of each thigh she squatted. Even her freckles looked like blackened sores to her. She pushed back a dyed blonde strand of hair and looked at the mirror then back down at her the start of her end. Leslie was starting to pull the razor when she was interrupted. She nearly dropped the blade in the sink as the buzz of the doorbell filled her home. ‘Can’t even die in peace.’ She thought to herself. On the one hand she was willing to let the bell ring as it just had, but the other repressed logical part of her won the. ’ ‘Oh! No! Do I need to scream for Molly to help me?’ ‘If you need help, Molly can’t do it. It’s just you and me, big guy, OK? And what is that I feel pressing against my pussy?’ ‘I think it is Miss Kitty’s best friend, but someone else wants to see her first.’ Angie felt his hands slip under her thighs and lift her up and forward, gently lowering her over his face. She felt his warm flat tongue lick from her little rose bud to her clit in one wet slurp. Her head went back as her eyes closed. I drew several times and made a couple more adjustments, then finished dressing. I went to one knee and picked up the aluminum case that was an exact replica of the one we had shipped out. Hell, it even had a burn mark on it along with the dents and scratches. All in all it looked like a case that was many years old and had been through the wars. I had ordered it to use as a decoy to draw out any other would be assassins to be sure we weren't being followed. I knew someone would eventually miss.